Fate Of No Understanding Poem by Suhel Akram

over the years set ashore the western azure,
ambled steps laundered marks of cimmerian fever,
screech aired echoed shot down the river,
still left with fate of no understanding.

mountains of trust crawled in ecstasy,
berg of certitude ran down the estuary,
clouds of acumen showered rains of expectancy,
still left with fate of no understanding.

swayed pendulum of verisimilitude,
laundered lies in backyard of blue tide,
canopied desert with oasis of breather wide,
still left with fate of no understanding.

what speaks thee to winter of pain?
what ambles thee to clouds of no rain?
Is thy worries climbing indigo alpine?
Is thy dreams leaving thee in chagrin?

waiting thee portion me thy melancholy,
appendage ready to hold thee in exigency
winds played to blow thy clouds of agony,
carpets laid to armor thy feet from misery.

wait is still for fate of no understanding,
not thy melancholics portioned,
not thee hold in exigency,
not the clouds blown off,
nor thee walked the carpets.
Why is still the wait on?
Is it for the fate of no understanding?